I'm honestly dumbfounded this came out of me.
No words.
(lyrics by my longtime fiend and spiritual advisor, the Bishop of Bantercurry)
The prominent tree holds no mystery to me
And I live in the inverted woods
The shackles and chains of the last vernal rains
Rub my nose in the dry summer soot
The rusty tire iron has broken my spine
And I crawled a malevolent mile
I have vomited roads and squashed forest toads
And nearly choked on my bile
This is the season where we hamstring reason
And Fly
The crescent is crimson alongside Her rims
And Her center a sickening white
Her power will swell but you never can tell
Whether She yearns to kiss or to smite
This is the season where we hamstring reason
And Fly
@seanbrennan Feb 2022
This is came out great! I enjoy that there are times that it feels as though it is duple meter, while other times the triple meter has stronger pull. All the while, though, the pulses are a little bit intertwined, so it feels almost like it's yanking me through its sludgy, proggy soundscapes. I'm a particularly a big fan of that bass tone.
@petemurphy Feb 2022
Bloody hell! This is such a week constructed song. The Chicago melodies are brilliant.
That chorus lyric is so cool, and the little change into that more 'majory' sounding section is really effective.
Your voice sounds great!
@blainev83 Feb 2022
The melody in the chorus is hauntingly catchy. This whole song is a mood, and I’m here for it! Nicely done.
@theodamus Feb 2022
Hey. This is SO GOOD! It’s finished and I have it still playing in my brain. This has so much witchy proggy dark psych folk energy, and your playing and singing are just perfect for it. I love that melody that inches up and down, what a hook. This is one to be so proud of!